Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 253 News of Flying Dragons
Kassel College, Norton Building.

In the huge reception room, Chu Zihang was sitting on a large sofa, flipping through the information about "Nibelungen" in his hands.

Half of these materials are advanced academic knowledge about alchemy theory borrowed from the library, while the other half are historical records or myths and legends related to the Nibelungen, such as "secret realms" and "mysteries".

Although Chu Zihang majored in alchemical machinery, much of the information was still too obscure and difficult for him to understand.

After a long while, he put down the book in his hand, rubbed his temples, and tried to relax his tense brain.

Lu Mingfei was not far from him.

This guy had completely given up half an hour before Chu Zihang finished reading, and was now lying on the sofa idly fiddling with his iPhone, calling it "a balance between work and rest."

Chu Zihang looked at him, paused for a moment, and asked:

"So, we don't need to worry about what happened a few days ago?"

Lu Mingfei shrugged:

"It's none of my business. Frost said he'd hold a board meeting to discuss the decision, and he even granted me all the S-level privileges except for administrative powers. He's basically achieved his goal. We'll talk about the rest later."

Chu Zihang looked at the mountain of files, documents, and books piled up in front of him.

These were all borrowed directly from the library and archives by Lu Mingfei using his privileges; theoretically, only he could read them.

But in reality, nobody at Kassel College dares to control him now.

“Originally,” Chu Zihang said, “I wanted you to take over as president of the Lionheart Society next year, but now it seems that it is no longer necessary.”

"Come on, senior brother."

Lu Mingfei said lazily:
“You know me, you’re at least the mascot and face of the Lionheart Society. I can’t even be bothered to look like one. If you let me be the president, the Lionheart Society is probably doomed.”

Chu Zihang wanted to say that he didn't actually manage things; it was Susie and Lancelot who were in charge. He wasn't a qualified leader, but Lu Mingfei really had no interest in these things, so he let it go.

Silence fell again.

Chu Zihang thought for a moment and decided to change the subject.

"That freshman Xia Mi," Chu Zihang asked, "Do you like her?"

The topic changed so quickly, without any transition at all.

Caught off guard, Lu Mingfei's wrist loosened, and the phone nearly hit his face.

"Senior brother, when did you start gossiping about such things?"

Lu Mingfei held his phone steady and muttered something.

“Fingal has set up a betting pool on the Night Watchers’ Forum,” Chu Zihang continued, “betting on who will eventually become the mistress of Norton House.”

Snapped!
A crisp sound of a phone slapping your face.

“No,” Lu Mingfei looked at him in shock, “How come I didn’t know about this? Does this guy have nothing better to do than eat? Wait a minute.”

He paused and said:
"Since it's a betting odds, that means there are other people involved. Could it be zero?"

Chu Zihang remained silent.

Sometimes silence is the best answer.

"I'm going back to my dorm tonight to settle the score with him."

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth.

He looked at Chu Zihang and suddenly asked:

"Senior brother, you didn't place a bet, did you?"

"No." Chu Zihang shook his head.

He wouldn't go so far as to do such a thing.

He seemed to have something to say to Lu Mingfei, opened his mouth, then closed it again. After considering it for a moment, Chu Zihang finally spoke, his tone tactful:

"What I really want to tell you is that bigamy is illegal in China, the United States, and Russia."

“I don’t mean to lecture you. If you really can’t make a choice, I checked and polygamy is still legal in Morocco, Egypt, and the UAE.”

"Pfft-cough cough cough!"

Lu Mingfei choked on his own saliva and jumped up from the sofa, not even caring that his phone had fallen onto the carpet.

He stared wide-eyed at Chu Zihang, his face filled with shock:
"Senior brother, are you possessed by something strange?"

Chu Zihang's expression remained calm. He looked at Lu Mingfei, his eyes even showing seriousness:

"I am simply stating a fact and providing a theoretically feasible solution."

Based on your behavioral patterns, you seem to have shown a certain degree of special attention towards both Xia Mi and Ling. And according to the current mainstream international legal system…

"Stop! Stop! Senior brother, stop right now!"

Lu Mingfei quickly raised his hand to stop him, feeling a throbbing pain in his head.
"Who told you I can't let go of anyone? No, who told you I can't let go of anyone? I've only known Xia Mi for a few days. Ling and I are just pure revolutionary comrades! The kind who fought alongside each other!"

He scratched his head, looking utterly devastated.
"Can you trust the betting odds run by that bastard Fingel? He can bet on whether I'll become the President of the United States next year! Senior, why are you joining in his nonsense?! Morocco, Egypt, the UAE... Did you even check the airfare and the local dowry prices?!"

Chu Zihang was silent for a moment.

He paused, but what he said almost made Lu Mingfei jump up again:
"So, are you sure you haven't been developing multiple intimate relationships that go beyond ordinary classmate relationships at the same time?"

"I'm sure! I swear! I swear to the light!"

Lu Mingfei pointed to the magnificent crystal chandelier overhead, wishing he could die to prove his innocence:
"Right now, all I can think about is how to get stronger and how to figure out those damned Nibelungen! I really don't have the brainpower to think about those romantic things, Senior Brother!"

Chu Zihang stared at him quietly for a few seconds, seemingly trying to determine the truthfulness of his words.

Finally, he nodded slightly:
"Ok, I see."

Lu Mingfei breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling as if he had just been freed from some terrible interrogation.

He picked up his phone from the floor, slumped onto the sofa, and cursed Fingel a thousand times in his mind.

Just when he thought the strange conversation was finally over, Chu Zihang turned a page of his book, and without looking up, added:
"However, you can contact me anytime if you need help."

Lu Mingfei:
"Senior brother, thank you so much."

Before he could finish speaking, a subtle mental fluctuation was clearly transmitted deep into his mind.

It is communication from another world.

Lu Mingfei instantly put all the messy things out of his mind, closed his eyes, pretended to take a nap, but actually sank his consciousness into the depths of his mind to check the source of the message.

A white, talisman-like seal character appeared in the darkness, clearly conveying a message.

"News of a flying dragon. —Emiya."

Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow.

He stretched, pretended to look at the sun outside, and said to Chu Zihang:
"Senior brother, it's getting late. You should go back and rest early. I need to rest for a while too."

Haven't you been slacking off all this time?

Chu Zihang glanced at the sun, which showed no sign of setting, then looked at Lu Mingfei, and hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

(End of this chapter)